My Disease -JeffHardyOneShot-

The WWE halls are empty. Everyone's packing up and going home. I never thought I'd be this lonely.
'Well hey, Jeffery! What are you doing alone?'
'Just..thinking.'
'About?'
I couldn't tell her what I was really thinking. It was, in fact, about her. I had to make up something.
'What to do with Peroxwhy?Gen.'
'Why? I love your band. It's different and amusing.'
'I'm just not sure if I should continue or hand it over to someone else. I'm barely there with the band.'
'I hope you keep it, Jeff. It'd be a shame to lose it.'
She walks away. Denisha, the girl of my dreams. She was perfect. I was just to scared to ask her out or anything. Sure, I'm a risk taker but this was too much. She's been my best friend since we came to the WWE. The time I first started. Why'd I have to fall in love with you? I sigh and walk outside. The heat of the Florida weather made it almost unpleasant to be outside. I hop into my car and drive away. Packing was easy for me. I was always finished before everyone else. The hotel room seemed dull and boring. Maybe it's time to paint. I pull out a small canvas from my bag and begin to paint a self portrait. I was just about finished until there was a knock on the door.
'Come in! I left it cracked.'
'Hey Jeff.'
I sand up and walk to the door.
'Maatt! How ya doin' bro?'
We hi five and bro hug.
'Great actually. Have you talked to Denisha? You keep telling me you're wanting to.'
I sigh.
'No, I haven't. Something about her makes me unable to ask.'
'Well I hear she likes you and is waiting for you to ask.'
'You just now finished talking to her, didn't you?'
'Yeap! I got a lot of information too. She's liked you for a while. You should go for it.'
'I will. Right now.'
'Shouldn't you wait.'
Mat was too late yelling that to me. I was already half way down the hall to her room. She's my disease. I arrive at her room door; shaking like a leaf about to fall from a dieing tree. I knock. It doesn't take long for her to answer the door.
'Hey Jeff!' She says, cheerful as always.
'Hey. Can i talk to you?'
'Sure.'
She lets me in and shuts the door behind me.
'What cha need, Jeffero?'
She sits on the bed next to me.
'Well i want...to....tell you-
As I was saying all this I was leaning toward her.
'that..I-'
I never finished. I kissed her. She immediately closed her eyes. I asked for entrance by rubbing and nibbling on her bottom lip. She gladly let me in. I ravaged her mouth as my hands began to have a mind of their own. They went up her side's and into her hair. I pulled a little as she started to move her hands under my shirt. God, that felt too good. I broke the kiss and started to suck on her neck. She gives me little mewls as I hit her sweet spot. My pants are beginning to feel too tight. She pulls my shirt off and runs her hands over my nipples. Our intimidate actions take us to a place we never thought existed. Our moans and pleasured noises sounded like music.
'I love you, Denisha.'
'I love you too, Jeffery.'
Denisha and I have a match this Monday and it seems to arrive too quickly. We of course beat our opponents. I grab a microphone and announce to her that I want to marry her. She looks at me and looks away.
'I'm sorry, Jeff. It's too early to marry.'
She walks away and leaves my heart broken. I'm in such a shock that I can't move. That night in the hotel, as I sit alone I become no more. Denisha will always be my disease.